Because of the image that flashed through his mind, Sawada Tsunayoshi's mood suddenly changed by several degrees.
Xia Yujie glanced at him and was still quite sensitive to the emotional changes of the teacher with whom he once joked.
The young man with long black hair raised his eyebrows with interest and spoke leisurely.
"What's bothering you?" As soon as he asked this, it was clear that he was still the same Xia Yujie who was always looking for trouble. "Tell me and I'll be happy."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
The brown-haired curse spirit glared at the guy who hadn't changed at all in this regard.
But it seems that Geto Suguru really needs something to make him happy (cross out this sentence).
Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed.
"Nothing," he said calmly, "I just didn't expect that time is really a butcher knife. Our Jiejun has grown up a lot."
Xia Yujie slowly typed a question mark.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was possessed by a sense of drama, shaking his head and sighing.
"I just remembered what Jie-jun said back then: you are responsible for making money to support the family, and Wu is responsible for being beautiful." He said this with a fake look, "Seeing how you look now, Dad is very sad."
If he doesn't know what he means, then Xia Yujie will be the leader of the Panxing Sect in vain.
The young man in the cassock held his chin with one hand, his crow-feather-like eyelashes drooped, covering his already small eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi observed his expression and paused.
"So," he asked, softening his tone and asking patiently, "what happened?"
Kagome was not surprised that Tsunayoshi Sawada cared about this matter.
In fact, when they were in high school, he and Gojo Satoru discovered that this cursed spirit teacher who looked like a resurrected soul was actually a cursed spirit with a very gentle personality, even a little fussy.
Not to mention that most of the cursed spirits can only howl and scream, even if compared with humans, their cursed spirit teachers can definitely be considered as those with good tempers.
This good temper was specifically reflected in the fact that after determining his position as their teacher, the seemingly not very smart teacher began to study the lesson plan diligently, and usually played with them. In the beginning, when they just started to get familiar with each other, he would even jump up from his seat because of the fight between him and Wu, and hurriedly inserted himself between the two of them, taking apart the strongest DK at that time one by one with one hand.
More than once, Xia Youjie had seen his cursed spirit teacher waving that brilliant golden-red flame.
In his impression and memory, creatures like cursed spirits are always closely related to darkness.
Even though there were actually many colors, after it fell into his hands and turned into a disgusting cursed ball, it also turned into a pitch-black color.
But their curse teacher was an accident.
At first, he saw a golden-red flame burning on his forehead, and stood between him and Wu with a cold expression, easily separating them.
Wu was just like a cat at that time. Seeing the appearance of the Curse Spirit Teacher, he could not help but pounce on him. Looking at the golden-red flames playing with his friends, Xia Yujie at that time could not help but wonder, if such a teacher turned into a Curse Spirit Ball... what color would it be?
Will it be a plain black like the others, or will it be a beautiful bright color like it is now?
The young boy Xia Yujie couldn't help but fantasize.
However, at this time, he was still their teacher. Even though he was a cursed spirit and was controlled by the constraints that were said to come from Tianyuan, he was still their teacher.
So the young Geto Xia Yu suppressed this fantasy deep in his heart, and in the subsequent interactions that became more and more familiar, he never had such disrespectful thoughts towards the teacher again.
But at this moment, listening to the gentle voice of the teacher whom he had not been in such close contact with for a long time, Suguru Kei seemed to have returned to that winter day when snow had fallen all over the high school. In the white snow, the cursed spirit coming from the other side was the only color.
Would he be red and gold? Like his flame, beautiful and powerful, a lion that was restrained but only temporarily suppressed.
It is another warm color that seems to be able to embrace everything.
Xia Yujie doesn't know.
…
Tsunayoshi Sawada was waiting for Geto Suguru to "wake up", as he seemed to be stuck in some kind of meeting.
He sipped his tea slowly, slowly organizing the information in his mind.
He was taken away by Riume at that time, and was quickly wanted by the world of curse arts afterwards. Originally, Sawada Tsunayoshi was prepared to care about his stupid student from afar...but he didn't expect that Riume would throw him to Rohu.
They hid in the mountains for some time, and when they came out, they found that a lot of time had passed outside.
At that time, he sneaked back to the technical high school and hesitated in front of the barrier.
Of course he could break the barrier and get in, but after getting in, Tsunayoshi Sawada had no idea what to say or do.
And unlike when I was a teacher at this school, now they are probably enemies... If that's the case, it seems like the only way we'll end up meeting is to fight.
At that time, Sawada Tsuneyoshi, who was still confused, subconsciously wanted to avoid hurting his lovely students, so after hesitating for a long time, he ran away in shame.
However, Louhu, who had unique experience in collecting intelligence and infiltrating among sorcerers, brought back new intelligence, and Sawada Tsunayoshi learned that Kagome Kyo had actually defected long ago.
Mr. Curse Spirit even wondered for a moment if he was stupid again, as he didn't even recognize the word.
Then I found out it was true.
But I never found the chance to find out the truth.
Until now.
At this moment, one of the black-haired parties held his chin with one hand, listening to the questions, and even curled his long hair with one hand out of boredom.
This was not the first time he had heard this question.
Whether from Wu's mouth or his family's mouth, Geto had heard similar questions before.
He still remembered that the last time he heard a similar topic was when Nanako was helping him fix his hair. At that time, he lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and told the girl that he had just had a fight with his good friend.
At this moment, he changed his hand, leaned forward on the table, and curled his eyes at the teacher.
"Because Wu and I had a fight," he said, "Usually the teacher would intervene, but this time he didn't, so we parted ways."
The black-haired Panxing leader narrowed his eyes and smiled: "That's all."
…
It was hard to describe his mood, but Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that he left in disgrace.
He walked on the road with the same sealed finger as before, not at all like a cursed spirit carrying the sealed body of a great demon that could destroy the world.
Tsunayoshi Sawada was walking on the street with his hands in his pockets. Perhaps because it was still work and school time, there were not many people on the street.
When he came to his senses, he found that he was very close to a dessert shop that was said to have delicious food. Thinking that after absorbing Sukuna's finger in the morning, he might be able to cover up the other party's cursed aura on his body, he decided to buy a dessert for Otsukotsu Yuta and Riko.
Although you still can't stay there for long, it's okay to just send a small snack.
Thinking of this, he prepared to enter the alley and pretend to be coming out of the alley.
Unexpectedly, I was stopped by a man at the alley entrance.
The Godfather, who had had bad experiences like this in the past, silently raised his guard, but he didn't expect that what the other party handed over... was his business card.
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
The man nodded and smiled at him.
"I'm an agent at the xx law firm nearby. Hey, young man... are you interested in working as an artist in our firm?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi: ...?
Something outrageous...happened!
He twitched his lips and dismissed the other person. Seeing that he was about to enter the alley but did not go in, Mr. Curse Spirit lowered his head and saw that the claw of the man he had pinched just now solidified into a solid under the sunlight. His expression suddenly became strange.
Becoming a human... no, becoming something that ordinary humans can see?
But he clearly hasn't adjusted yet.
Thinking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi slowly lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on the sealed object he had stuffed into his bag.
As soon as I got my finger, the seal was released and then I fell into memories, so I didn't notice it for a while.
But if he put the seal in the bag and felt it carefully, he could feel that even though the sealed finger was sealed by the paper talisman, it was still secretly transmitting the cursed power to him in the intervals.
Apparently, this was also the reason why Xia Yujie frowned when he was in Pansei Sect just now.
Tsunayoshi Sawada thought about it and did not change his original plan. He went into the dessert shop and ordered desserts, but gave up on purchasing them himself and instead asked the store clerk to deliver the desserts to another area as takeout after school.
Of course this will cost extra.
After finishing all this, Sawada Tsunayoshi hurriedly left the city with a relatively high human density and sat in the forest, staring at his fingers that were emitting a curse.
This finger seal is rougher than the previous one, and perhaps that is why it can have a more obvious effect on Tsunayoshi Sawada.
Thinking about how his condition had improved a little after leaving Otsuketsu's house, Sawada Tsunayoshi knew that the other finger probably had the same function.
Those dark curses that seemed terrifying to others seemed obedient in the eyes of Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Perhaps because they share the same origin, when Sawada Tsunayoshi stretches out his hand, this thing will come closer and rub against it like a small animal.
To be honest, this scene is still very scary... so scary that it's even a little scary.
However, Tsunayoshi Sawada just let it rub against him as if he was unaware, trying to find clues he wanted to know from the vague memories in his mind.
What is certain now is that he has "died" once in this world.
However, as to how he died... Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know yet.
But even without using his fingers to restore his original memory, he could still guess something.
After all, he did not live in a peaceful modern world before, but in Heian-kyō where demons and monsters were rampant.
Whether it's fighting with demons for territory or fighting with Onmyojis, these all sound like possible reasons for his death.
He has already recovered most of his past memories. To be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi doesn't really want to continue triggering his past memories.
Memory, although different from its name, is also related to the energy of a person, cursed spirit, or monster.
He had been thinking about why he could recover part of his memory by touching the fingers. Although it could be said to be a soul connection between the two halves of the body, compared to something as unreliable as "telepathy", Sawada Tsunayoshi was more inclined to believe that the recovery of memory was just a superficial phenomenon, and the deeper inside was that he absorbed the power of the fingers, or Sukuna.
This is why Lou Hu feels that something is wrong with his fingers when he eats.
Therefore, he thought about it, reinforced the seal on the box, put it away again, and walked towards the place where the cursed spirits lived as if nothing had happened.
He remembered what Xia Yujie had said just now, and for a moment he didn't know what to do with his hands in his pockets. In the end, he could only sigh.
Although there are some malicious people who are exaggerating this, but having said that...
The brown-haired cursed spirit lowered his eyes, his brown eyelashes concealing his thoughts and also covering his pupils which suddenly darkened for a moment.
——Since Jay said that, that means, at least he thinks so. If I were here, maybe things would be different.
Really?
…
"Of course."
In the summer, cicadas chirped and a wheat-skinned boy came up from behind him. The two brothers held him tightly.
The friend with short silver hair was stunned for a moment and started pointing at the black-haired boy and nagging him to go away quickly. The black-haired boy, who was used to his friends getting angry, just shook his head, laughed and said, "Mamaji, don't be angry."
Even if ten years had passed, the words in this painting would only occasionally change from "Jakuji" to "Hayato" - nothing had changed except that the relationship between the three people had become better.
Sawada Tsuneyoshi, who was used to playing peacemaker between two friends, skillfully soothed his angry hands, and secretly put his hands together and begged his naturally black friend not to add fuel to the fire, thus calming down the raging anger time and time again.
At this time, we are talking about the baseball event in the summer.
This is their last year at Namimori Junior High School, and also the last year that Yamamoto Takeshi, as the head coach of the baseball club, leads the club into the national competition.
Going to Yamamoto Takeshi's baseball games to cheer him on was almost a fixed custom for the tenth generation of the Vongola family, but this year it was too busy.
Normal children at this age would probably think about further studies. Which school to go to and which city to go to are enough to make parents and students rack their brains.
Although Tsunayoshi Sawada does not have such troubles, he has many things that he should not bear at his age.
For example, after entering a high school in a foreign country, family affairs and interpersonal relationships will follow.
At this time, Sawada Tsunayoshi would complain that he was just a useless Tsunayoshi - useless Tsunayoshi meant that he was actually quite useless in interpersonal relationships and even had a hint of social phobia.
Although the companions around him seemed to indicate otherwise.
But these tasks, which were visibly increasing, were piling up on his head bit by bit, which was really overwhelming.
And it's not like you don't have to apply for school... Although admission to the Black Hand Academy is a done deal, you still have to prepare the relevant application materials yourself, and there is also a certain degree of screening. According to Reborn...
"If you are rejected by the school, you will have to commit seppuku to apologize (the sound of Len's gun being loaded)."
Anyway, it was something that made the tenth generation of the Vongola family feel sick.
In such a busy schedule, the idea of "cheering at Takeru's baseball game" came into play and became strange.
So his right-hand man, the hidden time management master Hayato Gokudera, suggested deleting this schedule.
“Eh——”
Yamamoto Takeshi, who happened to hear this suggestion, protested, "But without Tsuna, I wouldn't even have the strength to swing the bat."
"Huh? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Eh hey hey really?"
Even though he is already fifteen years old, the tenth generation leader of the Vongola family is still surprisingly simple in front of his friends.
Or because you trust your partner too much, you believe everything he says.
Yamamoto Takeshi, who felt that he had filtered out the questioning voices, threw himself on his friend and laughed heartily. He lowered his head and looked at his friend with short brown hair. Even his hot breath could brush the other's earlobe, bringing a certain strange feeling.
He said calmly, "Of course, after all, Tsuna is my baseball god."
He glanced at Sawada Tsunayoshi and continued, "Well, of course, if Tsuna is really too busy to come, then forget it. After all, Tsuna has watched all the baseball games in my junior high school, so he can watch the last one, right?"
"The God of Baseball or something..."
The young tenth generation master of the Vongola rubbed his ears, and froze when he heard the following words. He had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender under the nagging and gaze of his friend who was like a big dog.
Looking back, this period of time was enough for Sawada Tsunayoshi to return to the place where the cursed spirits were stationed.
Because they have been cooperating with humans recently, they moved out of the deep mountains and forests and found an abandoned empty house to rest.
Anyway, cursed spirits don’t really need a comfortable living environment.
Therefore, the place where they lived could be described as desolate, with almost no other existence except the cursed spirits.
Therefore, in such a place, the sudden appearance of a human being is a very conspicuous thing.
Sawada Tsunayoshi recognized the figure leaning against the wall as Otsukoi Yuta almost the moment he saw it.
The black-haired boy looked no different from when we parted. I had no idea when he came, and he was sleeping against the wall.
The black cursed spirit sat beside him, watching the surroundings vigilantly to protect his important treasure.
Then, when he saw Sawada Tsunayoshi, he twisted his body, stretched out his claws and carefully pushed the sleeping boy.
[Yuta... Tsunayoshi-san... is back...]
The words were intermittent, but the key words were very clear, and Okkotsu suddenly woke up.
In fact, the young boy, whose head was still dizzy and whose eyes were not even open, quickly locked onto his target, climbed up from the ground, and quickly ran into the arms of the cursed spirit.
"Don't you want us anymore?" He pinched the corner of the cursed spirit's clothes, raised his head, and asked stubbornly. It was obvious that he had drafted the question many times in his mind, and tried his best to appear calm and composed when he spoke it out - if his voice didn't tremble, "Do you hate us, don't you want us anymore?"
"Brother Gang."
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